Opinion

I am so sick of reality TV, and I know I’m not the only one. It all started with “The Real World,” which had a great concept of a new kind of show for the typical MTV viewer.

We had never before seen a show in which people voluntarily had their lives taped for national viewing, but nevertheless, “The Real World” was a hit.

We have seriously come a long way from those seven strangers who were picked to live in a house and have their lives taped.

Reality television, it’s safe to say, has become a cringe worthy obsession of our generation and even our society as a whole.

Wonder what it’s like to be a hoarder, to live in clutter and filth with nothing to look forward to except the next item to add to the collection?

Look no further than TLC, “The Learning Channel.” It will teach you a thing or two. Take an in-depth look into the lives of unstable people who don’t know how to let go of something as simple as an empty picture frame, because they have developed some sort of emotional relationship, with not even the picture inside, but the frame itself. If you wondered what it was like to let “things” take over your home and life, “Hoarding: Buried Alive” can show you exactly what it’s like.

Do you care about what polygamists deal with on a day-to-day basis, and how one man can balance his three wives and 10 kids?

I’m sure you are all dying to know, no need to fear, “Sister Wives” can give you all the details if you ever wish to live the polygamist life.

What about “Toddlers in Tiaras?” The frilly, pretty-in-pink, newest form of child abuse; and it’s allowed to air on television. Really?

I would like to know how many of the little kids on that show would prefer wearing fake eyelashes, hair extensions, and flashy costumes to put on a show to be judged and criticized for their imperfections, over going outside, playing in the grass, and getting dirty.

The show is just a prequel to “My Mom Forced Me to do Pageants, Now I’m a Serial Killer.”

Now, onto the dating reality shows. “Will you accept this rose?” To my dismay, “The Bachelor” is still going strong. No one seems to mind that out of 10 seasons, only one single relationship has remained in-tact. “The Bachelor” is like suicide for hopeless romantics.

The guy always seems so cool calm and collected, and the women seem crazy, fighting for his attention and his rose.

Then of course, there’s the biggest reality phenomenon to hit the United States since “The Real World,” and it’s the product of the very place we know and love. “Jersey Shore” is like crack, and most of us just can’t get enough.

Four seasons in, you think we would be over it, but no, Snooki and the Situation are bigger and tanner than ever. Almost every member of the “Jersey Shore” cast has surpassed the show to become a household name, and bring in a bigger income than they probably ever thought possible before their initial casting interview.

They make a lot of money, and for what? Because they willingly embarrass themselves on national television to keep ratings higher than Pauly D’s hair.

It doesn’t seem that hard to come up with a concept for a show, with all the garbage that people watch. “Mob Wives,” my guilty pleasure, proves that all you need to get people hooked is to bleep out 75 percent of what you are actually saying.

It adds to the mystery of “the lifestyle,” when you play the game “what the >%#@! did she just say?”

Despite the illogic of it all, we know reality television is not going anywhere any time soon. It has never been better for the hopeful reality TV stars to make it big and make even bigger money.

It is hard to imagine what could be next, what new angle producers are going try and pitch to get viewers hooked.

Maybe a show for the housekeepers of the rich and famous or the tax brokers of America, because when it comes to reality television., a sick twist of drama and sex could make absolutely anything interesting to watch.